Disclaimer: This story explores aspects of humiliation, domination, submission, and watersports. My apologies for not putting a disclaimer on the first installment. When I submitted the story, I tagged it as Watersports so I thought that would be sufficient. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to all of those who took the time to rate and/or comment on Part 1. Sorry it took so long for a Part 2 - to be honest, I never intended on it being more than one part.
Two days had passed since I crawled out of the most humiliating experience of my life. I begged for a nerd to use me, degrade me, transform me and he did it in front of 1000s of people regardless of whether they knew or not - I know. I know what happened. I know what I did. I didn't work the next day (Friday) and I don't typically work weekends. Two days now I have done nothing but play the night over and over in my head. I thought of nothing else. Each time I play out the evening I feel more queasy and more horny. I hate myself. How can this make me so horny? What is happening to me? Every time I hear him say, "Beg me" I grow instantly hard. What should I do?
Text message. Not a name in my phone, just a number. I saw the text history - it was my Live Streamer. My nerd Master. My heart is already quickening and my breath shortening, "Hey jock boy. Thanks for the other night, you have the makings of a true sub. Because I'm feeling particularly giving, I am offering you another night of fun, and if it goes well - maybe a regular thing. Think of that, you could have me, a regular Master to serve."
My mind officially locked up. My heart racing. My stomach in my throat. I realized I was just holding my breath - for how long now? Could I? I could never. No, I can't see him again - he used my mouth as a, a - he degraded my entire existence. He humiliated me. He he he, well, he gave me something too. He gave me an experience. He seems to know something about me and he gave me a feeling I've never felt. Maybe, I could work out some boundaries with him and we both keep getting something great from each other. He can't treat me like he did before but I could still serve him a little by blowing him and stuff. Yeah, we just keep some boundaries and we both win.
My hands were steady, though I felt like my whole body was shaking, as I texted him back, "hi, thanks for the other night. I would like to serve as your cocksucker again, but maybe we talk about boundaries too." I thought that was a smart reply. I told him I liked blowing him, and established I could do more with boundaries and I said I didn't like some of it without actually saying it.
"Yeah, sure suck boy. Tonight, 8:00 p.m. we'll test a few of those boundaries. No need to reply." Was all that he texted for the remainder of the day.
I felt like I hit the lottery. I would get to be with my nerd Master again and just do the things with him I wanted to do. Maybe things got out of hand last time, but he was reasonable. I never did tell him to stop last time. He was just doing what he wanted and waiting for me to react or telling me what to do and I was doing it. I couldn't blame him for that. I could only blame me for how I let him use me. Tonight will be different. I'll only submit in the ways I want to. I only had a few hours before needing to be over there - marathon jerk off then shower. I didn't know how he wanted to use me. I have never done anal, but I thought I would consider it for my nerd Master. I might use it as a bargaining chip if he wanted to do something I didn't want to do. I watched several videos online over the past year on how to prepare for anal. I followed the directions on the enema box. I rinsed several times. I most definitely did not enjoy this experience, but I think I was ready.
Anxiety, fear, and extreme arousal poured into every cell of my body on my way to meet the nerd Master. Too early, I'll have to sit in his apartment complex parking lot for 17 minutes before I walk to his door. I didn't want to knock early - that would be rude since he gave me a specific time. I sat there just staring at his building. Who would think that the studliest nerd in all the world lived a few miles from me, lived in this very building, and who would think I'd be lucky enough to find him. I am so hard, do I have time to jerk off? Can I do it without getting caught? I reached my hand down and rubbed my hard on through my athletic shorts. I pulled the leg up and my cock was sticking outside the bottom of the leg. I gripped it hard and gasped.
I just started moving the skin back and forth, I nearly jumped when my pocket vibrated.
"Stop it, bitch. Just come here." Message from the nerd Master. Oh fuck. I fucked up. He was watching me. I pulled my short leg down, collected my breath best I could, and started toward his door once more. I knocked. It opened. The disheveled hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, pale complexion, and beak of nose were exactly as I remembered them. Here was a nerd. I can't explain it - it is like his very existence is erotic though. I couldn't have stopped it for all of King Midas' gold - a huge smile broke out across my face. I was happy to be in front of him again. He took a step back and I stepped in. He closed the door, "get naked" was all he said.
I started undressing, "I thought we could talk about boundaries a bit."
"I am your Master. You are my submissive. That is the boundary." He said very matter of factly watching me pull my tight shirt off exposing my defined arms. I had lost some definition since the height of my glory days, but I still kept my body pretty tight, especially glamor muscles. "You don't have to call me Master - it can be God, Sir, Your Highness, Potentate - I am open to terms that elevate me over you. You can even pick yours - peasant, bitch, jock boy. See how nice I am?"
"Um, I don't know. I call you Master in my head a lot, so that is probably the most natural one right now." I said pushing my athletic shorts and boxer briefs down to complete my nakedness.
"You look good, jock boy. Knees." I beamed at him. I am not sure why a compliment from him like that had such an impact on me but it did. I workout with a group of guys and they always point out my gains or my best attributes - but it really meant something from my nerd Master. I took a knee, then moved to a fully kneeling position. Once again, I am in a position of subservience to someone with half my muscle mass and by most standards, fairly unattractive. All I can think about is his dick which is just a foot in front of my face behind a store brand pair of sweatpants.
"Jerk off." He commanded. I grabbed my dick and began to move the skin back and forth. My other hand went to my balls. I watched as he withdrew his phone from his pocket and I protested the second he pointed it at me.
"What the fuck?" I yelled at him while turning away from his camera trying to cover as much of myself as possible. I could not have any videos like that of me. One of my biggest fears in the world is being found out, but even more so having evidence, photos, or videos of me online. "Stop."
"Shut up, fucker. You were willing to jerk off in my parking lot. Obviously, you don't care if people see you touching yourself." He said still pointing his camera at me.
"That's not fair, I didn't know you could see me - this is a video that could end up anywhere. Stop." I said grabbing my shirt on the floor next to me and wrapping it around my waist. "Recording me or taking photos is one of those boundaries I need you to respect. I don't want to be humiliated, degraded, or hurt. You can't just do whatever you want to me."
"I don't need to establish boundaries, jock boy. There are only choices. I will do what pleases me and you will choose to accept it or not. That is it. I am choosing to video you jerking off on your knees because you decided to do something stupid in my parking lot. It turns me on even more knowing you hate it - you can choose to accept your punishment and please me or get dressed and leave. It is very simple." He explained, very little emotion in his voice but I could see his bulge doubled in size.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone could see me. I would feel better if we could at least move away from the door or if you were naked too." I put on my best sad, defeated voice hoping that it would land with him. "Please, Sir."
He smiled! It worked. He does care about what I want. "Grab your clothes, stay on your knees. Only knees in my presence." I awkwardly followed him into the living room. I hadn't really seen this room much as the one other time I was in his apartment I just spent 4 hours under his gaming desk. He stopped in front of a chair, "take my pants off" he said while pulling his t-shirt off. Such a nerd body. His chest is almost concave and he was overall the definition of scrawny. I loved it.
